The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 10:46:58 -

The rain had been falling on the stone roof of the infirmary for three days, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the marrow of your bones, a sound so constant it had become a kind of silence, a hollow space where the world used to be. You sat on the edge of the cot, your hands resting on your knees, fingers curled into the coarse wool of your sleeves, watching the...

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